Chapter 500： Gift or insult

Hearing the movement here, all the soldiers in the queue turned their heads to look here.

"Turn my head around and continue to organize the formation!"

The middle-aged officer called Xiao Zhao coldly scolded the group of men, and glanced sharply at Nan Tian, ​​his men did not stop, he had opened the iron hole on the waist holster, and his hand was clasped in the dark gun. Going up, he wanted to pull out his gun, but before he could take it out, his body shook suddenly, and his eyes were filled with shock and incredibleness. He stared at Xiang Nantian without blinking, and opened his mouth for a long time without saying anything. Words come.

Obviously, this officer Zhao knew Xiang Nantian, but when he thought that Xiang Nantian was already dead, he was naturally surprised when he saw a person who looked like Xiang Nantian standing in front of him.

"You...who are you?!"

The officer surnamed Zhao tremblingly asked Xiang Nantian, his eyes trembling.

"Little bastard, but in a mere ten years, you don't even know your own chief?" Xiang Nantian glanced at him, his eyes narrowed, and his tone was quite emotional.

At that time, the officer surnamed Zhao was just a small lieutenant under him. He did not expect to become a lieutenant colonel now. Xiang Nantian was injured ten years ago, and the two never met again.

"You are... to..."

The officer surnamed Zhao opened his mouth with a trembling voice, and then shook his head violently, unable to speak, "Impossible, the chief was ten...ten years ago..."

"Yeah, I was a dead man ten years ago..."

Xiang Nantian's expression was somber, he couldn't help but sighed softly, then his face suddenly drenched, and he said solemnly, "But now, I'm standing back, Xiang Nantian!"

He specifically emphasized the word "standing", full of pride.

The officer surnamed Zhao glanced at Xiang Nantian, his eyes lightened and darkened, and suddenly his eyes became cold. He snapped out his pistol and aimed at Xiang Nantian, and shouted coldly: "Say, who are you?! How dare you pretend to be the **** of war? Nantian, what is your purpose in coming here?!"

Bu Cheng's complexion changed abruptly when he saw it, and suddenly there was a bright dagger in his hand, and he was about to start a gesture, but Si Xiang Nantian suddenly reached out and stopped him.

Xiang Nantian knew that a man who had been dead for ten years suddenly returned, and no one could accept it for a while, so he did not explain to the officer surnamed Zhao, but said with a smile: "You have a jab left by a tiger knife on your left shoulder. There is a wound left by an ACR rifle bullet on the outside of your right leg. You also won the second-class merit with this mission, right?"

The officer surnamed Zhao trembled abruptly when he heard this, the gun in his hand slowly dropped, and he looked towards Nan Tian with shocked face, a layer of tears burst into his eyes, and he trembled: "Chief, really... true Is it you?!"

The wound on his body was only known to Xiang Nantian and a few comrades in such detail, so after hearing what Xiang Nantian said, he immediately concluded that the person in front of him was undoubtedly Xiang Nantian!

Seeing Xiao Zhao so excited, Xiang Nantian couldn't help but feel a trace of movement on his weather-beaten face, and nodded gently at him.

Seeing his old chief, the spiritual symbol of the entire Military Intelligence Department, and the **** of war still knowing Xiang Nantian, Officer Zhao was overjoyed, and tears could not help streaming from his eyes, but he still held back his inner emotions and hurried over to make a salute. His face was extremely firm and said: "Chief, you are welcome to return to the team! I committed the following crime just now, the crime deserves a million deaths, please punish you!"

"Fine! Don't come to this set!"

Xiang Nantian waved his hand at Xiao Zhao in his usual tone, then glanced at the crowd in the middle of the field, frowned and asked Xiao Zhao: "Are these Japanese people coming?"

The officer surnamed Zhao moved his expression and nodded hurriedly and said: "Report to the Chief. They came early in the morning. Chief No. 1 and Chief No. 2 are receiving them. Wait a minute, I will report Chief No. 1!"

He was overjoyed when he spoke. It was really time to come back to the Chief. People in the Military Intelligence Department knew that the Japanese people were not good this time, so the arrival of Xiang Nantian would definitely give the Military Intelligence Department a peace of mind!

As soon as the voice fell, he turned to report.

"Wait!"

Xiang Nan Tianli called him in a deep voice, frowning and said, "Don't rush to report, wait for me to see what tricks these Dongying people are playing!"

The officer surnamed Zhao was startled slightly, then immediately nodded.

As a lieutenant colonel officer, he naturally realized that Xiang Nantian, who had been "dead" for nearly ten years, suddenly returned to the Military Intelligence Department. There must be a lot of articles in it, so he didn't dare to ask more, just acted according to Xiang Nantian's orders. .

"How is it arranged for a while?"

Looking towards Nantian in the distance in the middle of the training ground, the senior leaders of the Military Intelligence Department and the Kendo Master League and others who have already seated on the rostrum asked in a deep voice.

"This is still unclear for the time being. The Japanese only said that they wanted to see the training of our military intelligence department, so the chief took them to the training ground!" Officer Zhao truthfully reported, "It is said that their people will also carry out some daily training projects. Show!"

"Yeah." Xiang Nantian nodded, knowing that the Japanese side wanted to spy on the reality of the Military Intelligence Department, turned his head and said to Officer Zhao, "Also arrange a seat for us in a while!"

"Yes!"

Junjun Zhao immediately nodded, raised his eyes, and saw that the people in their squadron had basically walked to the pre-delimited space next to the training ground and sat down. He hurriedly called Xiang Nantian and the three to go to their squadron, and then they were vacated. A few square stools.

Originally, he wanted Xiang Nantian to sit in the front, but Xiang Nantian was afraid it would be too conspicuous, so he took Lin Yu and them to sit in the second row.

At this time, the entire training ground was filled with officers above the lieutenant of the Military Intelligence Department. However, because the military intelligence department had very strict personnel income, after so many years of accumulation, new seniors were all there. Number ten.

However, at the end of the training ground, there were a dozen people in the uniforms of the Japanese Self-Defense Forces, who were obviously from the Sword Master League.

The young officers around were all looking curiously here, but although they had heard of Xiang Nantian’s name, they had never seen Xiang Nantian. The only photos they had seen were taken when Xiang Nantian was young. They didn't recognize it at all, and Xiang Nantian had been dead for so many years, and no one thought about it at all.

"What are you looking at! This is an old chief of our military intelligence department, so please respect it!"

Officer Zhao yelled at these men, then sat next to Xiang Nantian and said kindly: "Chief, our conditions may not be very good here. If you are wronged, I will get you some water and fruit. !"

"No, you can just treat me as one of your soldiers now!" Xiang Nantian waved his hand, and then looked towards the rostrum with a torch.

Lin Yu was already curiously looking at the rostrum at this time, and saw that there were a total of ten people sitting on the rostrum. Among them, a few middle-aged men in military uniforms were undoubtedly high-ranking officers in the Military Intelligence Department. The Chief Officer No. 1 and Chief No. 2 mentioned by Officer Zhao.

But Lin Yu had never seen them at all, so he couldn't tell who was who.

The other men in suits and Dongying kimono should be from the Japanese Sword Master League.

As expected by Lin Yu, the old man with white sideburns and the pointed Japanese who went to his hospital to make trouble that day were also there.

The old man is close to the high-level leaders of the Military Intelligence Department. It can be seen that he has a very high position in the Kendo Grandmaster League. Next to him is a bald old man with a small nose and small eyes, and a smile on his face, which looks very much like in a small Japanese movie. Wretched old man.

As for the Japanese people sitting next to them, Lin Yu didn't know them.

And the pointed Japanese man who took the lead in making trouble in the hospital was wearing a blue patterned kimono with a knife in his hand, and standing aside with a Japanese sword in his hand.

Lin Yu glanced carefully at the knife in his hand and recognized that this was the Japanese knife he used to cut the curb at the entrance of the hospital that day.

At this time, the pointed Japanese people held their heads high, with an expression of arrogance, and looked very ugly.

"Unexpectedly, even the old man Tokugawa is here this time!" Xiang Nantian looked at the old man with white temples and snorted coldly.

"Lao Xiang, do you know him?"

Lin Yu asked curiously, "Who is he?"

"More than acquaintance, we have played against it!"

Xiang Nantian snorted coldly, and his eyes shot sharply, "He is the second elder of the three elders of the Kendo Grandmaster League, Tokugawa Naganobu, a descendant of Tokugawa Ieyasu, the shogunate of the Edogawa era of the country!"

Lin Yu's expression was startled, and he was right. This old man was indeed one of the three elders!

"This old boy is damaging, in other words, as the old saying in Beijing says, it's stubborn and stubborn, so this time the Japanese country sent him, it is definitely ulterior!"

Xiang Nantian gave a cold snort.

While they were speaking, the high-level military intelligence department on the podium gave a regular speech, which roughly meant to warmly welcome the Japanese Kendo Grandmaster League to come to us for exchanges and discussions, and to promote both sides to improve and progress together.

After the high-level military intelligence department finished speaking, Tokugawa Naganobu also stood up and gave a speech on behalf of the Japanese side. It was also some high-sounding polite remarks.

But I have to say that his Chinese is very fluent. If you don't look at his clothes, no one may be able to tell that he is a Japanese.

After the speech, he turned his head and looked at Hu Haifan, the Chief of the Military Intelligence Department beside him, and smiled, "Chief Hu, I have come to bring a generous gift to your office this time. It can be regarded as our Sword Master League and Military Intelligence Department. A testimony of the friendship between the two parties!"

As soon as the voice fell, an assistant sitting behind them quickly walked out holding a long dark purple brocade box.

Tokugawa Nagasaki personally walked over and opened the brocade box. What was in the brocade box was a bright Japanese sword, which looked the same as the one held by the pointed Japanese.

"Director Hu, I mentioned to you our first cut in Toyo before, do you remember?"

Tokugawa Naganobu said with a smile.

Everyone was stunned when they heard this. Could it be that this brocade box is the first sword of the East? !

And this Tokugawa Naganobu actually gave the first sword of the Toyo, which their Sword Master League has always been proud of, to the Military Intelligence Department? !

Even Hu Haifan and the high-level people are full of doubts and can't believe it.

Lin Yu was also full of curiosity, turned his head and glanced at Nantian, only to see that Xiang Nantian was frowning, as if he didn't know what Tokugawa Changxin was doing.

Tokugawa Naganobu smiled and paused for a moment, looked around, and said with a smile: "The knives in this brocade box are made from the leftover scraps of the first Toyo knives. There are only two knives. , I would like to give one of them to the China Military Intelligence Department!"